Saturday, November 18, 2006

Aha – Analogue.

Another song they sing, sings true – “Summer moved on, and the way it goes – you can’t tag along. Honey moved out and the way it went – leaves no doubt.”

So a month dies and I am on the move soon again. Leaving always kills a part of my heart – it now beats on 5 continents with different people. So I hope I have a whole heartedness because I carry a piece of yours and yours and yours and yours.

My laptop has been resuscitated. IT IS ALIVE! Hee. So I type. German techno is good stuff! Wolfsheim – Once in a lifetime. (corny lyrics so rule!)

Will try and put on the songs soon!

“Standing here on the shores of destiny – I am feeling lonely. Calm down my heart, don’t beat so fast, don’t be afraid just once in a lifetime.”

Ps: clubbin this evening – Play “Swahili – English Reggaeton”!!!

Monday, November 13, 2006

The healing healer reading medical tomes in catacombs before being tested pure by fire and guide in ancient mother country India:

Precious are memories of us together. I love you now – like family. like a permanency of my life. You won’t cast me away on days pained, I can’t be cruel to you. We both: imperfect to an imperfect world – with worries and trauma of body mind soul. To each other we are always 13 or 12, we are always angels, perfect. This my stability my anchor.
For more than 2 yrs (?) more (?) I haven’t been religion tolerant. I have shunned all links to “it”. Not enjoyed stained glass and staircases in churches like I used to. Haven’t stepped into temples willingly. Haven’t thought of exploring homes of gods. Haven’t read that of spiritual or godly knowledge.

You suddenly force my hand, sending me on a childish mission – a small verse in the bible. I have to know your entire message and unthinkingly ask for the book and page number. Gladly handed to me by another.

For a second I look back on years passed without a daily dosage of religion in my life. Not barren nor missed – just absent. TV and music taking its place. Book with those 3 lines seems tad heavier just now. Silly. I do read the verse you send – I read it and become just what you want the message to state I am. My shoulders are yours to burden, my embrace always as it has been a shelter. You in turn are my sanity, my innocence and my saviour too.